Sunday, August 15, 2010

graffiti

daily surf checks, the smell of salt water wafting in through bedroom windows,bouys and fog, fishing boats fighting the out-going tide,wave sounds filtering into dreams.... these things can't be bought, or bargained for... life by the sea is a complete experience, the essence of surf.each day my car gets a little rustier,the surfboards get a little yellowerthe walk to the beach feels more like homethe city life becomes more remote... no more commuting... no more time wasted on dreams unfulfilledthread by thread i am woven into the nye beach tapestry:ocean whales storms wind sun sand family tides agates nellyda